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One grows accustomed to being praised, or being blamed, or being advised, but it is unusual to be understood.

E. M. Forster

The historian records, but the novelist creates.
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Crate Historian Novelist Record
It was pleasant, too, to fling wide the windows, pinching the fingers in unfamiliar fastenings, to lean out into sunshine with beautiful hills and trees and marble churches opposite, and, close below, Arno, gurgling against the embankment of the road.
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Beautiful Embankment Fastening Hill Opposite Pinch Pleasant Road Tree Unfamiliar Wide
We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won’t do harm – yes, choose a place where you won’t do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.
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Cast Follow Good Move Place Save Shadow Something Stand Thing
Life is sometimes life and sometimes only a drama, and one must learn to distinguish t’other from which . . .
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Distinguish Drama Learn Life Something
I distrust Great Men. They produce a desert of uniformity around them and often a pool of blood too, and I always feel a little man’s pleasure when they come a cropper.
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Around Blood Disturb Great Men Often Produce Uniformity
I won’t be protected. I will choose for myself what is ladylike and right. To shield me is an insult.
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Choose Insult Lady Myself Protect Right Shield
Works of art, in my opinion, are the only objects in the material universe to possess internal order, and that is why, though I don’t believe that only art matters, I do believe in Art for Art’s sake.
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Art Believe Internal Material Object Only Opinion Order Posses Universe Work
It’s not what people do to you, but what they mean, that hurts.
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Hurt Mean People
Railway termini are our gates to the glorious and the unknown
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Gate Glorious Railway Terminal Unknown
Give, do not lend; after death who will thank you?
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After Death Give Tend Thank You
There is an aristocracy of the sensitive. They represent the true human tradition of permanent victory over cruelty and chaos.
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Aristocracy Chaos Cruelty Human Permanent Represent Sensitive Tradition True Ver Victory
When I think of what life is, and how seldom love is answered by love; it is one of the moments for which the world was made.
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Answer Life Love Made Moment Seldom Think Which World
She had been so wicked that in all her life she had done only one good deed-given an onion to a beggar. So she went to hell. As she lay in torment she saw the onion, lowered down from heaven by an angel. She caught hold of it. He began to pull her up.
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Been Beggar Dep Done Given Good Hell Lofe Onion Went Wick
A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.
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Else Hang Information Itself Nothing Poem Point Something Together True
The final test for a novel will be our affection for it, as it is the test of our friends, and of anything else which we cannot define.
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Anything Define Effective Else Final Friend Novel Test Tet
Have you ever noticed that there are people who do things which are most indelicate, and yet at the same time – beautiful?
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Beautiful Indelicate Most Notice People Same Thing Time Yet

One grows accustomed to being praised, or being blamed, or being advised, but it is unusual to be understood.

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